Darth-Yes! Its an update, beleive it or not!
Mokuba plushie- *claps*
Darth- Thank you! Thank you! Id like to thank all my reveiwers, and would like to encourage everyone who isnÕt reveiwing to do so.
CS- She wont take flames personaly either
Darth- *glares at CS* Actualy he's right. If you have valid critisism that you can back up, by all means, flame away *Pulls out a bag of marshmallows*
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Duelist Empire Chapter 1- Looking Back
It was dark outside; It had been dark for some time now. I really should have been sleeping hours ago, but it was summer, staying up a bit late couldnt hurt too much. Besides, the latest copy of World Duelists had arrived, and I was trying to read the whole thing.
It must have been two in the morning when I finaly started the last article. This one was on a study that had recently been done to test how much of Duel Monster fame depended on strategy, and how much was luck and good cards. Most experts beleived intelect was the most important skill to have, since over 50% of international duelist stars had an IQ well over average, while only about 10% were especialy rich, and no one got to be the best through sheer luck. All in all it was a well writen article, until I cme to the second page.
"However, luck and wealth are occasionaly more imprtant then inteligence. In the Duelist Kingdom tournament, many child prodigy duelists were defeated early on, including the world junior champion, Weevil Underwood."
I threw down the magazine, my face forming its self into the scowl I so often wore. Why must they continue to stuff my one great loss into my face?! Ever since Duelist Kingdom, I had been making a list of how many times my loss was mentioned, and quickly found the newspapers prefered to mention the defeat of the bug-lover over that of the plant/faerie master or the dragon/beast-warrior specialist. It was simple: The world just didnÕt like bugs, and since I did, I was forever doomed to be an outsider.
I had realized that simple fact years ago, back in elementary school. By grade three, I was with kids two years older then me (I taught myself everything from grade one and two in kindergarden, so they skipped me a few grades.) Every kid in my class either taunted me at recess, or beat me up after school. The worst of it was I had no way to fight back.
I remember my first duel as if it was yesterday. It was late in the school year, but winterÕs chill hadnÕt yet left the air. As I stepped out of my classroom into the hallway, which smelt like a mixture of hot dogs and rotten fruits, one of the larger kids bumped me, sending the dueling deck I had been carrying in my coat pocket flying.
ÒThe maggot duels?Ó Said the kid (who happend to be named Gregory,) picking up my cards before I had a chance to. ÒHa! He collects bug types!Ó
ÒPlease give them back...Ó I said in a wisper, looking up at my cards which he was now holding well above my reach.
ÒTell you what maggot, you beat me in a duel, and I give you back the cards.Ó
By this time a small crowd had formed around us. Several of the onlookers snickered at GregoryÕs challenge; GregoryÕs father was a very sucessful businessman, and Gregory had the best cards in the school.
ÒFine, but I need my cards to play.Ó I said, earning a gasp from the crowd.
Now IÕm sure youÕve all seen a movie like this at one time or another. You know, the ones where the cute little kid faces off against the rich snobby bully, the kid beats and humiliates the bully and everyone lives happily ever after?
Not so in real life.
Beating Gregory was easy, he wanÕt exactly a master stratigist. All I needed to do was distract him for a few turns while my Petit Moth evolved, then unleash my Great Moth on his attack monsters. Humiliation was easy too, since he attacked my man-eating bug while his ever-so precious Cyber Saurus was on the feild. The only problem was the happily-ever-after bit.
ÒYou cheated!Ó cried an outraged Gregory as I distroyed his lifepoints with a crushing blow from my Great Moth. The crowd began to murmer in agreement. ÒMiss Nartia! Weevil cheated!Ó
ÒB-but I didnÕt cheat!Ó I said as our teacherÕs menacing figure appeared in the doorway.
ÒHonestly Mister Underwood, if you have to cheat at these childish games of yours, imagin what will become of you in real life!Ó Scolded Miss Nartia, who had had a grudge against me ever since I pointed out five mistakes in our math lesson on the first day of school. ÒIÕm going to have a talk with the principle about this!Ó
ÒB-but!Ó
ÒAnd IÕm comfiscating this!Ó She said, taking my deck from Gregory and walking back into the classroom, leaving me alone with GregoryÕs friends, who were eager to avenge his loss.
After contemplating these past events for a few moments, I picked up my magazine again. Every time I won they seemed to hate me more, every time I lost they rubbed it in my face. What could I do?
A rustleing sound coming from the front door disturbed the silence; either some racoons were trying to break in, or our insomiac postman was doing his rounds early again. I crept downstairs to see which it was.
Several letters lay on the ground, probably the postman (or maby the racoons had learnt to write, ever since my science project went missing last year, one could never be too sure.) I picked them up and flipped through them, three for my parents and one for me. Curios, I opened mine, to have a brightly decorated square of paper fall out. I bent down to pick it up, flipping it over to read the bold text on the back.
ÒYOU ARE INVITED TO DUELIST EMPIRE!!!Ó
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Darth- hehehe, racoons....
Weevil Plushie-.... Are you okay?
Darth- O.o
Pegasus Plusie- I think school is getting to her...
CS- I wonder how long sheÕll last this year?
Weevil Plushie- I give her two months max, then whats left of her sanity is history.
Darth- History? Yes... I have a history project.... Better get writing....
Mokuba plushie- *claps*
Darth- Thank you! Thank you! Id like to thank all my reveiwers, and would like to encourage everyone who isnÕt reveiwing to do so.
CS- She wont take flames personaly either
Darth- *glares at CS* Actualy he's right. If you have valid critisism that you can back up, by all means, flame away *Pulls out a bag of marshmallows*
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Duelist Empire Chapter 1- Looking Back
It was dark outside; It had been dark for some time now. I really should have been sleeping hours ago, but it was summer, staying up a bit late couldnt hurt too much. Besides, the latest copy of World Duelists had arrived, and I was trying to read the whole thing.
It must have been two in the morning when I finaly started the last article. This one was on a study that had recently been done to test how much of Duel Monster fame depended on strategy, and how much was luck and good cards. Most experts beleived intelect was the most important skill to have, since over 50% of international duelist stars had an IQ well over average, while only about 10% were especialy rich, and no one got to be the best through sheer luck. All in all it was a well writen article, until I cme to the second page.
"However, luck and wealth are occasionaly more imprtant then inteligence. In the Duelist Kingdom tournament, many child prodigy duelists were defeated early on, including the world junior champion, Weevil Underwood."
I threw down the magazine, my face forming its self into the scowl I so often wore. Why must they continue to stuff my one great loss into my face?! Ever since Duelist Kingdom, I had been making a list of how many times my loss was mentioned, and quickly found the newspapers prefered to mention the defeat of the bug-lover over that of the plant/faerie master or the dragon/beast-warrior specialist. It was simple: The world just didnÕt like bugs, and since I did, I was forever doomed to be an outsider.
I had realized that simple fact years ago, back in elementary school. By grade three, I was with kids two years older then me (I taught myself everything from grade one and two in kindergarden, so they skipped me a few grades.) Every kid in my class either taunted me at recess, or beat me up after school. The worst of it was I had no way to fight back.
I remember my first duel as if it was yesterday. It was late in the school year, but winterÕs chill hadnÕt yet left the air. As I stepped out of my classroom into the hallway, which smelt like a mixture of hot dogs and rotten fruits, one of the larger kids bumped me, sending the dueling deck I had been carrying in my coat pocket flying.
ÒThe maggot duels?Ó Said the kid (who happend to be named Gregory,) picking up my cards before I had a chance to. ÒHa! He collects bug types!Ó
ÒPlease give them back...Ó I said in a wisper, looking up at my cards which he was now holding well above my reach.
ÒTell you what maggot, you beat me in a duel, and I give you back the cards.Ó
By this time a small crowd had formed around us. Several of the onlookers snickered at GregoryÕs challenge; GregoryÕs father was a very sucessful businessman, and Gregory had the best cards in the school.
ÒFine, but I need my cards to play.Ó I said, earning a gasp from the crowd.
Now IÕm sure youÕve all seen a movie like this at one time or another. You know, the ones where the cute little kid faces off against the rich snobby bully, the kid beats and humiliates the bully and everyone lives happily ever after?
Not so in real life.
Beating Gregory was easy, he wanÕt exactly a master stratigist. All I needed to do was distract him for a few turns while my Petit Moth evolved, then unleash my Great Moth on his attack monsters. Humiliation was easy too, since he attacked my man-eating bug while his ever-so precious Cyber Saurus was on the feild. The only problem was the happily-ever-after bit.
ÒYou cheated!Ó cried an outraged Gregory as I distroyed his lifepoints with a crushing blow from my Great Moth. The crowd began to murmer in agreement. ÒMiss Nartia! Weevil cheated!Ó
ÒB-but I didnÕt cheat!Ó I said as our teacherÕs menacing figure appeared in the doorway.
ÒHonestly Mister Underwood, if you have to cheat at these childish games of yours, imagin what will become of you in real life!Ó Scolded Miss Nartia, who had had a grudge against me ever since I pointed out five mistakes in our math lesson on the first day of school. ÒIÕm going to have a talk with the principle about this!Ó
ÒB-but!Ó
ÒAnd IÕm comfiscating this!Ó She said, taking my deck from Gregory and walking back into the classroom, leaving me alone with GregoryÕs friends, who were eager to avenge his loss.
After contemplating these past events for a few moments, I picked up my magazine again. Every time I won they seemed to hate me more, every time I lost they rubbed it in my face. What could I do?
A rustleing sound coming from the front door disturbed the silence; either some racoons were trying to break in, or our insomiac postman was doing his rounds early again. I crept downstairs to see which it was.
Several letters lay on the ground, probably the postman (or maby the racoons had learnt to write, ever since my science project went missing last year, one could never be too sure.) I picked them up and flipped through them, three for my parents and one for me. Curios, I opened mine, to have a brightly decorated square of paper fall out. I bent down to pick it up, flipping it over to read the bold text on the back.
ÒYOU ARE INVITED TO DUELIST EMPIRE!!!Ó
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Darth- hehehe, racoons....
Weevil Plushie-.... Are you okay?
Darth- O.o
Pegasus Plusie- I think school is getting to her...
CS- I wonder how long sheÕll last this year?
Weevil Plushie- I give her two months max, then whats left of her sanity is history.
Darth- History? Yes... I have a history project.... Better get writing....